345poem

October 15, 2011

The meaty part of the afternoon
floats around the livingroom unnoticed
the way we drift through space unmoved.
It’s there like a ghost on a TV screen.
I imagine the movies your mind stores.
A pink maze behind upturned lips
you are the sum of your expanding memory.
I hope it’s true then with each new moment
when your skin grazes fresh sensation
when your eyes undress a virgin vision
that the weightiness of your whole
lightens to the shimmery parts deep
within the wrinkles that too are you.

LOCATION: Lincoln, Nebraska – Thinking about Valeria in Argentina.

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